A year later, she did go looking for the color red again.
The green green world she lived in was beautiful, but insubstantial without the vibrance the red had given it. She stared at a pale gray cherry, willing it to flush with color. She begged her lips to turn pink again, as they had before. She couldn't remember what red looked like, but her entire being ached for its return. And slowly, oh so slowly, it seeped back into her world.
She noticed it when she was drinking a coke. It was very faint, hardly there at all, but there. The color spread to her fingers, warming the blue of the bruise on her arm, brightening the yellow of the orange juice her mother was drinking. She watched its progress quietly, heart full to bursting with joy.
The red grew. It flooded her world beyond any intensity she could have imagined. It drowned out all the other colors. The sky blazed crimson; th